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Gun Street Girl

Falling James in the Tahoe mud

Stick around to tell us all the tale

He fell in love with a Gun Street girl and

Now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail

Dancing in the Birmingham jail

Took a 100 dollars off a Slaughterhouse Joe

Bought a bran' new Michigan 20 gauge

Got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn,

Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette

Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette

Bought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese

Dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco

With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4

Well he left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door

He left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door

I said, John, John he's long gone

Gone to Indiana

Ain't never coming home

I said John, John he's long gone

Gone to Indiana

Ain't never coming home

Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's Wood

Soakin' day old bread in kerosene

He was blue as a robin's egg brown as a hog

Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired

Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired

Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone

He never got up in the morning on a Saturday

Sittin' by the Erie with a bull whipped dog

Tellin' everyone he saw

They went thatta way

Tellin' everyone he saw

They went thatta way

Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof

And the Burlington Northern's pullin' out of the world

With a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw

And a Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all

A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all

Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge

He heard the click clack tappin' of a blind man's cane

Pullin' into Baker on a New Year's Eve

With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door

With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door

Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row

And she smuggled in a bran' new pair of alligator shoes

With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair, well

They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire

They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire

I said, John, John he's long gone

Gone to Indiana

Ain't never coming home

I said John, John he's long gone

Gone to Indiana

Ain't never coming home

Bangin' on a table with an old tin cup

Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again

I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again

I said, John, John he's long gone

Gone to Indiana

Ain't never coming home

I said John, John he's long gone

Gone to Indiana

Ain't never coming home